Shape up or ship out!

This job brings lots of ass on chair time, so I bought myself (and anyone else who wants to use it) a punching bag this weekend to get the old heart rate up. "Back in the day" I had one along with a weight bench. One of those may be coming along soon as well. We do not have much free space. I would spend hours in the basement beating the shit out of it all the while imagining my favorite teacher, classmate, or just a event that didn't sit well with me. I even got G into it. Before you knew we were beating the shit out of one another. If not in the basement, in the parking lot of Maxine's. Anyway I'm looking forward to getting started. My plan is once I get home to eat a small breakfast (a bowl of cereal), then punch away for about a hour or so, do some sit ups and push ups, finally finishing up with a shower.

It's hard to watch what you eat when there is so much bad shit on the shelves. We have a ton of crap. If crap is all that there is to eat, then ones breath tends to smell like shit. Even if it's not the only thing, if its there its too tempting to overlook at times. Whats more addictive? Crack or Nibbles with Gibble's cheese curls? I have yet to find that place in my heart that is set to avoiding the crap all together. I don't think I can. I'll do my best. Sort of how I feel about my other habbits...

Am I going in this alone? Probably. "Sissypants" doesn't seem to share my desires with the bag saying "I just don't think it will be that much fun". Well thats all fine well and good. I can do it. Watch me.

I may fall on this blog as my shoulder with struggles. Sometimes I am my own punching bag. I tend to let things drive me crazy. I had one of those episodes this weekend. Cause J and I a couple days of shitty feelings. So if your reading and you think I'm whining or crying the blues it's because I am. If you don't like it, how do they say, suck it!

My goal: 30-40 pounds.

Bring on the pain.

Later.

I love you Julie.

Julie

Happy Valentine’s Day

The day of love,
has finally come.
For the first time you are mine,
Cupid finally won.
Never again will I wonder,
where you are.
You are with me,
and I give to you all the same.
On this day I reflect,
looking back I feel some regret.
That all stops,
when I dream ahead.
That is where the life is,
that we both will forever live.
You have made me happy,
and showed me what love can really be.
You brought to me a son,
there is no greater gift.
My heart beats for only one,
look no further than who you are.
From Daddy to Mommy,
Happy Valentine’s Day baby.

I love you Julie.

Writing

I remember when I first started writing poetry. I hated it. I felt odd even for doing it. However it still brought me some peace inside. Now I would have to say I really enjoy writing. When there are happenings to report on the blog I feel that I do a good job of it. Too bad all the interesting blogs are all about actual events. I don't think I could write something so good unless it happened. I just don't think I have that kind of creative juice.

Later.

I love you Julie

A a good story.

No names or events have been changed to protect the innocent...

So did I ever tell you about the new tax law this year? Law goes if you are not married you can't claim kids that are not yours. That left us with two kids with lots of IRS value just sitting around. J and I talked and decided to make a deal with her ex. Since their divorce is not final (that date is right around the corner) it was agreed that the money would be split 50/50 if he claimed D and S. Easy right? Depends on how much you trust someone. I never have or never will give some one the benefit of the doubt (with the exception of those people who deserve it. And yes, I do think trust is earned and not dished out like gossip), especially since it's been proven in a huge way that they can not be trusted. Never.

I should take this time to let you know that they still have a checking account in both names. Why? I'm not sure and quite frankly if it wasn't for the events of today I'd be pretty upset about the notion. But in this case procrastination paid off. I continue...

Information is passed back and forth until finally he gave her a figure for the refund. $3100. A little low yes? That sparked doubt. At this time J keeps tracks on deposits into the account. Then today the deposit is there. $5834. Just a little difference in what she was told. Could it be that we were lied to? No. He says the IRS screwed up. The Internal Revenue Service giving back more money then they should. The only way the IRS fucks up is if you fuck up. This was no fuck up. This was a straight to your face lie.

Let me bring you up to speed on a couple more things. During this time J is down in Williamsport and I am at home sleeping. From this point on I become involved. Also, I dropped my blazer off for some transmission work this morning. Damn things been shifting hard from 1st to 2nd for awhile now.

J calls me and asks me what to do. I said get your money. Transfer it over the phone into our account. Go get it. Just make sure to get it. She calls me back and says we have a problem. Apparently her ex blocked the account. Meaning she could not get access to it. That made think back to something I have gone through. I know that if you have a joint account, both account holders have access to the account. At all times. To say she was not allowed into her account was like the bank saying it is not your account. Which it was. At this time I drug my tired bones out of bed and hopped in the car. While I was on my way she tried several times to get them to give her access but they would not. Upon my arrival we went to pick up the blazer. Then I had an idea.

I asked J to give me the phone and I would call her bank. Which for every one out there is Sovereign Bank. I call and once the phone is answered the conversation goes as follows: "Hello and thank you for choosing Sovereign bank, may I help you?" "Yes, I just had a question" "No problem sir let me pull up your account" "No no, I'm not a customer I just had a general question." "Oh okay go ahead." "If I had a joint account and locked the account could the other person on the account still get access to it?" "Yes sir they would still be granted access to the account if they were on the account."

At that point I told the operator to hold and and passed the phone to J. As soon as J said hello the bank said "If this is Mrs. Fillintheblank the account is still locked." So I ask J to give me the phone.

"You just told me that if I had a shared account the other account holder would have access." "What I told you was an generic answer." " A generic answer?" "Yes." "No, what you told me was the right answer." "We are not getting into the middle of this."


Middle of what? Just do your fucking job. At this time the hold game begins. I would say I was on hold the first time for about 5 minutes. The operator comes back and asks me who I am. I say "I'm Mrs. Fillintheblank attorney John Felix (which really is her attorney), and I was just wonder why you are not allowing my client access to her account." This time I'm on hold for about 10 minutes. While on hold we arrive at the transmission shop. I sat in the car on hold for awhile before deciding to go into the shop. Once I'm in there I hear a voice "Mr Felix, is Mrs. Fillintheblank still there?" "Yes she is." "May I speak to her." "Sure, just a second." I apologize to the guy in the shop and tell him I'll be right back. I run out to the car and give J the phone. She had the phone for about 2 minutes. Then before you knew it she hung up. Can you still say hung up? Should it be closed to phone? Ended the call?

"What did they say?" "The account is now open."

...OWNED...

So after a slight detour (it's okay mommy) we got to the bank. Once we pull in we see that her ex's car is there. J asked me if I thought she should go in or wait outside. I said "What do you mean? Go in and get your money." She was nervous about a confrontation. I assured her I would be there with her. She goes in and about 5 minutes later she comes out with $2500 dollars (she owed $350 on a laptop. Yes even after all this she paid. Why? He can't say she didn't.) cash. I asked how it went. She said she didn't even see him.

I feel very good about this. I don't know why. Maybe because he finally took one in the ass...And yes, the transmission shifts fine. What a good day.

Later.

I love you Julie

This and that

I was driving to work tonight and was thinking about these parts I found for our $300 car. If it was not for the internet I wouldn't have found them. I wonder just how much the internet has effected the world in it's short life time. Could you even measure it's impact? I don't believe so. There's life, then there's internet life.

I hope G is having a good time in NZ.

I've got myself I job interview Thursday. First shift would be so sweet at this point in life.

Life keeps on going and it's going well. "Sissypants" and I have been on a good road with no bumps lately. I dig it. Connor on the other hand has found some bumps. He's just been so fussy lately. Yelling, screaming for no reasons. Shame he doesn't know what be quiet means. He will! "D" and "S" have been doing well. They have become friends with the neighbor kids. I don't have a problem with that. I do have a problem with these little fuckers coming over every day. So, tomorrow no visitors. I don't care if they live right next door and I don't even care if there is nobody else near by. Company daily gets old, quickly for some. I don't mean to be mean, but I like quiet and with 2 more kids in the house quiet isn't there. We are not a day care center last I knew.

Sissypants wrote me a nice note yesterday. It was a nice read.

As for now back to work.

Later.

I love you Juile